Chapter 2

Midday Eve

You already know everything about me, so there isn’t a whole lot of reason to write this.

Anyways, the first time I thought about myself was on a midday eve. I was pretty wrapped up, but I lost myself through that moment. The drugs probably helped.?

There were seven minutes where each footstep landed in a new month. My life was plotted before me. It was pre-written. I had made the choice to make a choice, but it was that day I chose.?

I broke by the creek, and returned to my apartment. I was younger than I am now, but I ached with age only stress brings. I lay on the floor, tossing and turning with indecision. I thought many introverted thoughts. Outside me spoke in ways that I heard.?

I don’t mean to personalize things, but outside me asked what I wanted. She cited the choices and I tentatively chose.?

What I chose is sewing my sutures.

Elizabethlaham

It isn’t something I enjoy talking about, but perspective is important.?

I grew up in an eyelet of the Bible Belt. The gorgeous terrain and gilded folklore invited antiquity. This is at odds with my experience.?

Even as a baby.?

I was a bright orange baby and nearly drowned. I broke my leg at four. I don’t remember much else. Mom always cried.

While attending Catholic school, Sister Mary Jane advised us to be grateful for all that our mothers provided past butter and Wonder Bread.?

I was taught two stories that stick with me to this day.?

The first was about a boy who died and the other was about a baby that died. The boy died because his father gave all of his organs to the doctor. The baby died because it was neglected and lost the will to live.

In the beginning, the land before time…

Dinosaurs and fairies spent the day together. I learned the real world killed reptiles and hated fairies.?(I actually learned dinosaur bones were made by scientists to kill God...)

The interplay of gender is a conversation of archetypes. We are self reflective and have a rhizomatic structure. Resonance is that which energizes us. We echo in concert.

The glass armonica was built by Ben Frank. The instrument is built from a nested set of crystal glasses, sized so they can be played like a piano. The instrumentalist can strike a chord by energizing the structure.?

There is no sense to play a beautiful song that we detest if we are only on stage for a short time. We won’t play it well.